Sus Ojitos

How beautiful her little eyes are
That look like little dots of life
Don't allow me to say goodbye like this
Without having sworn my love to them

They are small but really pretty
And half-open, they look like slits
I never want them to be distressed
Her eyes full of sunshine

Her eyes, when looking at me
Played a trick on me
And now I carry the hope
Of being able to steal them

I want to take her to my house
To sing to her and annoy her
With my arm, I'll make a hook
To take her with me for a walk

I want to see her kneading the dough
And enjoying the beans with huazontle
I want to see her carrying a little one
Who will soon call me dad

That in manliness, she resembles
Nothing less than her father
And that she takes from her mother
That way of looking

I want to see her kneading the dough
And enjoying the beans with huazontle
I want to see her carrying a little one
Who will soon call me dad